swift-wind-alchemist:

She narrowed her eyes at his feeble attempts to remain strong. He was proving to be a more troublesome target that she had anticipated, and it was angering her greatly. She watched as he used alchemy to close the wound, something she wasn’t expecting from him of all people. But his comment about him overestimating her abilities hit her hard. He was in a dangerous position right now, and he was going to insult her? What a fool.

“Oh, trust me,” she spat, taking another step forward. “I’ve seen you in action, Colonel. I’m no stranger to what you can do. But if you’re cocky enough to write me off as just another rookie alchemist, I’ll have no choice but to show you why that kind of thinking is dangerous.” She then gave him a smile that would have been sweet, if she wasn’t trying to kill him at the moment. “Your choice, Colonel.”

♟—The colonel was happy with her reaction, provoking someone had always gotten him in the worst position but also showed which of his opponents were weak. Clearly he really had overestimated her. With all the strength he had in his weakened state, he pushed himself off of the ground, standing to his full height with his hand remaining over his wound. His eyes held a glare aimed at her, but controlled himself to merely maintain eye contact with her.

"If you’ve seen what I can do, then you know I don’t particularly need my ignition gloves. But I do prefer them. So if you wanna make this a fair fight, I suggest you hand them back to me.” He then stopped talking for a moment, almost as if hesitating with an arrogant smirk creeping onto his face and head lowering to his his eyes with his hair. “Unless, you’re afraid I’ll be too powerful for you…” He was playing on the lines, continuing to provoke a reaction out of her, getting arrogant; it’s all he had until his energy regained from getting stabbed in the chest or until he had his ignition gloves back. However, there was the option of scratching the transmutation symbol into his hand again, the some of scars still remained in place so he’d know where to scratch.